In this day and age, people have a hard time seeing Eno as a sex god -- now that he's in his fifties, bald, mild-mannered, he doesn't look much like a legendary sex machine. However, this was not always the case.
From the book "Stardust: The David Bowie Story", by Henry Edwards and Tony Zanetta, McGraw-Hill, 1986. I warn you, this book is really poorly written, and not very complimentary, except in an ironic fashion. It certainly has almost nothing nice to say about David.
"Reborn yet again, David
[Bowie] wanted to move on. He wanted to make a new album, and
he wanted to work with Brian Eno.
. . . .
Intelligent and soft-spoken, Eno had a precocious art-school
background and had said that he went into rock and roll after he
heard the Velvet Underground because none of the musicians could
play.
On occasion, Eno wore huge blotches of rouge on his cheeks. With Roxy Music he epitomized glitter rock, playing the part of 'intuitive woman' on stage, and he could be very free and witty about discussing his sex life with the press. He proudly declared that he had never had any venereal diseases though his sex life was very active. He said he continually had himself examined for venereal disease and was always amazed when the tests were negative. [editor's note: Me, too.] He was also known to describe how he had once pulled cartilage in his knee while having sex and that his excessive sexuality caused a lung to collapse [thus bringing to an untimely end his first, and last, solo tour -ed.]. Sex, he believed, was his own exhibition of craft, and he said he had even had himself filmed having sex because he though his sexual skill should be documented." (page 354-5)
Other shameful displays:
The
EnoWeb debauchery section,
wherein we find out a lot about the part that his bathing suit
covers.
The
Details interview, which
mixes musical ideas, perfumery, and Eno's obsession with Olympic
athletes.
The
lyrics of "Seven Deadly Finns"
give you an impression of most of the things on Eno's mind around
1974 or so. They are in themselves a purity test; if you read these
lyrics and you don't get it, you're pure. If you do get it, shame on
you.
I
Dreamed About Brian Eno's Pelvis
-- a very strange little comic that Colin Sumby unearthed for me on
Alta Vista. More
of Eno's pelvis. This
picture must have been taken some time before he er, shaved, and
decided to show Chrissie Hynde the result. (not as obscene as I make
it sound, but you'll still say "whoa"!)
Brian's book, A Year With Swollen Appendices, is so
full of personal detail that it would be pointless to really focus on
any one thing... but there are a couple of references to "rather
plump, soft titty" (pg 240) and "in Ireland, I rarely get an
erection" (pg 122). If you want the rest, you'll just have to go buy
it. And if you're shopping for porn for Brian, remember, HE LIKES
BUMS.